I have deep compassion for people who go to that dark place, the point of no return. For some truly believe that they are alone...that there is no one. They are crying for help and they fear no one will ever come. With that thought, the darkness takes them. They are not selfish or weak, they are broken, and in pain as all humans are.
I was furious, my head was about to blow clear of my shoulders. Arle looked up at me with a blank stare, utterly confused as to why I wasn't frightened of her. If she had used her gifts she would have seen that I suffer from irrational fears, not rational ones, so while a giant elevator might send me screaming into the night, demon possession did nothing. But ripping my vintage Chanel would set me off into a apocalyptic explosion the world has never seen.
"No, no sweetheart. It's never goodbye. He's waiting by the rainbow bridge. That is where they all are. When you cross over, he will come to meet you with your relatives. Then you all will cross over the bridge to the other side. Until that time, all our beloved pets play in this beautiful place between where they are loved and cared for, and act as guides for their human counterparts."